Twisting his head so that he could watch the result, Hugh's gaze
followed the descending bomb until it struck the ground. Instantly
there was a pretty loud racket and the dirt flew, although this
missile undoubtedly contained but a small portion of the new and
terrible explosive, being intended only for experimental purposes in
the way of gauging distances correctly.
The two spies instantly sprang into view and started to dash madly
away. They undoubtedly labored under the impression that once the
range had been properly found, one of those fearful projectiles would
be dropped down on them. No doubt they had before now examined the
great hole in the earth showing where aviators had dropped one of the
larger bombs, and knew what to expect in case such a missile fell
anywhere near them.
"You've given them a bad scare already, sir!" remarked Hugh, greatly
enjoying the experience, although it made him think of a fable in one
of his earlier books concerning the sport of stoning that was "fun for
the boy but death to the frogs."
"That is only a beginning," declared the lieutenant. "This monoplane
is so well constructed that we can hover over them, no matter what
they do, just as a hawk shadows a rabbit.
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